PTerry Thoughts (Late to the Party)

I have a very curious habit when it comes to books, because I almost only ever borrow them from libraries. I guess I developed that habit because I had the fortune of having access to many good libraries¹ in my time², and my reading habits outstripped my spending ability³

When I turned 16 I was in a good library located near the lecture theatre my lessons were held at. The gravitational eddies of the fiction section had tugged me somewhere in the P section, and I found myself staring at a collection of books with garishly coloured covers. One of these had witches and wizards facing each other underneath a title that screamed "Equal Rites", and just so happened to be written by a person called Terry Pratchett.

Why not? I figured, and borrowed the book.

( Cut for reminiscing )

So this is an tribute to Pterry for being a part of my life, no matter how late he entered it or how early he left. He'll be missed, even as the friends he brought are just a book away, waiting to be opened so that his voice can reach out to me from Discworld all over again. And while the cynical side of says yeah yeah he had to go sometime, like his characters and stories there's the hope that Death, perhaps, could be just as he had imagined.

( Foonotes )